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RHYMES OF 


COLORADO'S MARVELOUS BEAUTY 


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PICTURES BY DR. EARL BOYD 


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PREFACE 


"Oh Creation” How I admire your 
building—so delicate in construction, 
yet so massive, under the calm unseen 
supervision of the master architect, 
who draws his prints and watches the 
growth of the work from above, the 
erection so gentle and kind, the cer¬ 
tainty never in doubt as to the final 
outcome, "To this wonderful and 
beautiful incentive I devote myself, 
and bury myself deep in its heart.” 

The Author. 


Creations Booklets. 


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/ have dreamed for years with open eyes 
And longed to look upon creation's para¬ 
dise. 

Lo and behold, my wish has been granted. 
Oh, fondest dream, “I'm thrilled and en¬ 
chanted, 

For in reverence I stand and gaze 
On Colorado” with its wonder all ablaze. 
To this State is this Book dedicated . 


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INDEX 


Bear Creek's Magic Song - - - u 
Colorado - -- -- -- - 30 

Colorado Springs - -- -- -34 
Dream of Fairyland ----- 37 

My Heart's Desire ----- 3 8 

Where My Fancy Wanders - - 41 

A Woodland Dream ----- 43 

Boulder Canon ------ 44 

77 ie Ofe Log Cafcin ----- 47 

Unalterable Destiny ----- 49 

77 ie Honey Bee ------ 50 

Charming Thrills ----- 51 



















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BEAR CREEK’S MAGIC SONG 

Providence, thou hast been kind 
To allow mine eyes to feast and dine 
Upon the grandest scene ever beheld, 

Where nature stalked and marvels 
dwelled. 

Breath of creation was pure and 
sweet 

With nature’s wonders, all corralled, 
On Bear Creek’s banks, I, in wonder gazed 
Thrilled to the soul and scenic dazed, 
My gladdened eye swept beauty un¬ 
surpassed 

Where brilliance streamed and blazed. 

Fondest soul of a mortal race 
Thou hast found this beautiful place; 
Commencing just above the timber line 
Where panthers tread and wild cats 
whine; 

From peak to peak the eagles flew 
Above the home of the porcupine, 
Here Bear Creek curves with rippled shout 
Leaping and dashing, like a master 
scout, 

Wearing the giant boulder’s flinty sides, 
From its restless waters leap the trout. 


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Forever, on this scene I could feast; 
Watch its silver waters rushing Hast, 
The dashing, foaming waters being pressed 
Against the rockribbed bottom it ca¬ 
ressed, 

Tossing up scenes, a thousand years 
ago 

Pictured upon Bear Creek’s silver 
breast, 

To thrill nature lovers wandering by 

With scream of delight and softest 
sigh, 

From the bosom of its surging soul 
Comes forth a stranger, wilder cry. 

A million fairies then appeared 
Mildly sweet, and each endeared, 

Oh! these fairies, they were dressed 
In a gauzy air of sweet unrest, 

With golden slippers and silver beads, 
My soul they fondled and caressed; 
Then they led me with sunlit hand 

Through God’s most beautiful land, 
Where Bear Creek’s waters running 
wild 

Was more than I could stand. 



Tickled by a feather of delight 
Mountain art was a magnificent sight, 
The fairy queen shook her stately head 
Raised her sash of flaming red, 

With poppied jewel around her throat 
Declared to all creation she was wed. 
"Come,” she said, "Where nature will im¬ 
press 

Your heart with burning eagerness, 
Where the zephyrs whirl and twist 
And sunbeams burst marvelous.” 

Be still, fond beating heart 
'Tis but the fraction of a part, 

For I hear the notes of a million flutes 
And weird songs of a thousand Utes. 
Hundreds of years before white man 
came 

With his courage fearless and resolute, 
From these majestic mountain heights, 
Came rushing down, an avalanche of 
delight, 

The wonders of God fell in splendor 
And all creation was in might. 


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Oh! I am delirious with delight 
To view falling shades of night. 

The moon drips gold on this stream; 
The stars threw their restless gleam 
Like golden wire, from heaven to earth ; 
With a million fairies lined between. 
Bear Creek's waters leap with panther 
spring, 

Its soothing song takes to wing, 

On the star's golden stream 
I hear its melodies fluttering. 

Like a hundred racing queens 
Bear Creek's swept by the evergreens, 
Above mountains covered by beautiful trees 
Dropping sprigs on boulder’s barest 
knees, 

Raising its song high above the cur¬ 
rent 

Then the fairies held a hundred 
jubilees; 

Then with romp and laugh it onward flew 
Along the banks cactus flowers grew, 
Then it cooed like a new-born babe 
Split Starbuck village right in two. 





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To the banks it closer kept 
Curving sharply to the left, 

Hit a big rock, leaped high and run away 
Like a bunch of lambs in play; 
Then made rainbowed gems in the sun, 
Chattered just like a popinjay, 
Forming a million beads upon its breast 
To immortalize love’s little nest 
Shot their dazzling, bursting rays 
Toward beautiful rockcrest. 

Curving with grace around the bend 
I caught its magic trend, 

Like supple youth, never once did halt, 
Crystal clear, without flaw or fault, 
Leaped over a rock in middle of stream 
And turned a double sommersault, 
Here it cut many a curious skip and prank 
Boasting of places Kit Carson drank, 
Who roamed along this historic canon 
When scouts were honest, fearless, 
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Bounded by beauty in every nook 
This magnificent mountain brook, 
Rumbled, tumbled, onward with magic 
pride 

Mountain’s summer beauty on each 
side, 

Where majestic granite stood for ages 
As the Indian’s friend and guide, 

For hundreds of years the redmen rode 
While waters foamed and poppies 
growed. 

The squaw’s little papoose it was born 
And God’s breath within it was 
bestowed. 

Bear Creek could tell the ages story 
When primitive nature was in its glory, 
When the panther’s scream could be heard 
Roar of king beast strange and weird, 
Came to quench their mountain thirst 
Gorgeous plumage of the wildest bird 
Could have been viewed, watched with glee 
Perched on the top of some evergreen 
tree, 

Listening to Bear Creek’s charming 
song 

A perfect revelation for you and me. 



’Twas a perfect heaven for Buffalo Bill, 
Loved all its wonders, drank every 
thrill ; 

Bear Creek knows the deeds of this noble 
scout 

When every red skin was put to rout, 
The silent tread of the white roan's 
steed 

By Bear Creek’s song was muffled out 
Col. Cody was bold as a lion and just as 
strong 

Grew greater as the years went along, 
Bear Creek will, forever, be his early 
pal 

For he loved its wildest song. 

Back through the ages we go 
A million years or so, 

When earth heaved up these wonders rare 
With the greatest art, skill and care; 
Creation stands as a mighty sculptor 
Erecting these spires so rugged and 
bare; 

This magnificent structure, without a flaw 
Through drifting ages before buck or 
squaw. 

Masterpiece of art, rocky mountain 
range 

No living artist can ever hope to draw. 


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’Twas God’s preparation for man 
When bestowing breath’s living span, 
For the waters of heaven sought their level 
Over boulders, around cliffs, in di¬ 
shevel. 

Fast and furious it rushed over rocks 
In melodious song and boundless revel, 
Fervent with anxious desire to reach the sea 
Raised its song in highest ecstasy, 
Echo of its soothing voice can be 
heard 

By every wild bird in highest tree. 

Rumbling along it makes it snappy 
Forever singing and always happy, 
’Tis the joiliest creek I ever heard run 
Making rainbowed stems in the sun, 
And in its ceaseless glory 
Revels in its lullaby and fun, 
Colorado was lucky, dotted with silver 
plumes 

For Creation’s wind blew away its 
glooms, 

Gave it crystal waters rich and pure 
Made it rich with golden rooms. 



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Wandering down the mountain side 
Admiring the sparkling waters glide, 
Nature wore its evergreen constant smile 
Passing by a cottage, japanize style, 
Bear Creek leaned toward the North 
Leaped most supple and juvenile 
So much more beautiful, I cannot tell, 
Cut capers most indescribable, 

With lulling voice and easy note 
A dream most ineffable. 

Tightened its belt, took a stitch 
Sped onward like a phantom witch, 
For here its channel it grew big 

As it acted just like a whirligig, 
With fingers all covered with pearls 
Two-stepped a boulder and danced a 

jig. 

Then waltzed away with a shout of joy 
And every effort it could employ, 

To throw its voice to the sky 
Like a happy love-sick boy. 


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Bear Creek I shall love you forever 
Your song is sweet and clever, 

You remind me much of whirling fates 
Passing by the home of Mr. Gates 
Like a span of dashing grays 
No one earth could duplicate, 

When all of the speed held in reserve 
Was released around the sharpest 
curve, 

Our chariot of beauty rocked to and 
fro 

These beautiful fairies had unknown 
nerve, 

Like some graceful bended arm 
Curved itself with easy charm, 

No steeple chase could have been hotter 
When hounds were faint, began to 
totter, 

Dying with thirst, tongues hanging out 
For Bear Creek was a mountain trotter, 
Sometimes it would lope, then it would pace 
With the greatest charm and grace, 
Break into a dead run for the tape 
Oh! Its wonders, any mortal could 
embrace. 


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Creation’s art charms to please 
Gives balmy sun and bracing breeze, 
Tickles to our soul, loves us ever dear 
As I do this stream I’m viewing here. 
The night bird’s song was never 
sweeter 

When air was bracing and clear; 

No lameness was there, in skip, jump, or 
hop 

Though bank full, it never spilled a 
drop. 

For millions of years missed not a note 
Its melody was never known to stop. 

Fairied beauties said to start again 
As she tickled me under the chin, 
Raised her wings with easy effort and flew 
Before our eyes like dancing dew. 

In the summer sun’s melting splendor 
Was charming the wind as it blew. 
Bear Creek sang of the wonders it had 
passed 

Of Colorado’s beauty so rich and vast, 
When sunbeams kissed the mountain 
tip 

Fell in silver splinters all amassed. 


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Another tribe of fairies, they were red 
With painted plumes upon their head, 
’Twas easy for I to judge their origin 
By reddened shawl, beaded moccasin, 
With fiery beads around their throat 
They politely invited me in 
To their wigwam of delight upon the crest 
Of Bear Creek’s rolling breast, 
Where no artist dared to intrude 
To paint such a rare reddened chest. 

Dressed by creation’s tinted flash 
With sun’s streaming sash, 

Around their waist, belt streaming with 
pearls 

For in backward flight, time it hurls, 
Eighteen millions years ago, no moun¬ 
tains 

Stood, spake these red fairied girls, 
That creation with mighty strength did 
upheave 

These pyramids of beauty, I do believe, 
But behold, mortal man, the rarest view 
The charm of it cannot deceive. 


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Night was born, rest I sought 
Dreaming of beauties I had caught, 
And beneath a marvelous lit up sky 

Perched above the roar, high and dry; 
Rested I, but sleep was an afterthought 
For was not I soothed by its wild cry, 
Lulled into a trance, by nector quaffed 
There I rested, and laughed, and 
laughed, 

By a delight so thrilling and deep 
To nature my crown I doffed and 
doffed. 

Out of doors, in night’s broad expanse 
Where night’s wonder throws its lance, 
And the unseen stillness sends its charm 
Its little fingers are soft and warm, 
To soothe the thrilling delighted brow 
All silly thoughts of pending harm, 
Are blown away, by winds through canon’s 
folds 

Where seething waters of Bear Creek 
rolls, 

Where the fairies of nature ever alert 
And weave the thrills which forever 
holds. 


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The fountain of wonder ceaseless pours 
Below the heavens, and out of doors, 
And covers the mountain’s highest peaks 
From which these beauties constant 
leak, 

For nature’s children, quaff its draught 
And of its grandeur will always speak, 
And tramp over its rugged rocky hills; 
Love its sun, and dew the night spills. 
Its midnight showers of golden light 
With its silence God fulfills. 

There among midnight’s glorious won¬ 
ders 

I admired nature, void of blunders; 
Mellowed winds carried fairies of new-born 
hope 

Sifting through time’s endless scope 
Of grandeur, where rolls this stream 
That quenched the thirst of antelope, 
Before the redman in amazement ever 
viewed 

Before whiteman’s broad ax ever 
hewed, 

Before the bow’s twang, or the rifle shot 
When nature was honest as it was nude. 


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I imagine and wander dreamily back 
Before man ever left prints of track, 
Of his aimless wanderings along this bank 
The echo of his voice in silence sank, 
And rose to the highest peaks above 
When refreshed by its water he drank 
On this wild scene I cast a wistful eye 
Pitch my tent, make my bed and lie, 
Where waters roar, where waters whirl 
The nakedness of Art is ever by. 

Slumber beneath gauzy gilded wings 
Dream of nature’s gorgeous offerings, 
Art’s picture, more beautiful than ever 
drawn 

When night departed, early streaming 
dawn, 

And bird life, sang to a rising sun 
When slumbering beauty awoke with 
a yawn, 

And stretched its arms across the dewy 
peaks 

Wiped flower's faces with golden 
streaks, 

Rainbow colors on the face of the 
stream 

Dotted fairies with silver on each 
cheek. 

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I dream by night, I dream by day 
Of this Art’s heaven many miles away, 
And while my body in slumber lies 
My soul takes to flight and flies 
Across the miles of barren plain 
To Bear Creek’s charming paradise, 
That I may view when silence is serene 
Wonders of midnight on this stream, 
When stars falling float upon its breast 
Make precious jewels, red, blue and 
green. 

Could I forever pitch my tent 
So I could enjoy its merriment, 
Console my life by its soothing voice 
In moonlight silence there rejoice, 
Watch its ripples, hear it croon 
Nature crowns it king by choice, 

For its rushing torrent with mighty roar 
Sweeps by many a cottage door, 
Until dawnburst silver stream 
Steals across the spotless floor. 


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For have I not in wonder seen 
All these fairies dressed in green, 
Using as a mirror waters of this creek 
Ruffling up the dimples on their cheek 
Where nature tossed the scarlet rose 
With roguish eyes soft and meek? 
Ranees from their hearts, painless things, 
Bear Creek’s bounding waters ever 
brings 

Along all natures spooning song, 
Creations incentive forever sings. 

All humans with a grain of sense 
Must recognize that Omnipotence 
Supervises and rules with mild command 
Everything over this glorious land; 
And every beauty spot daintily touched 
Is the guiding spirit of His hand, 
For the blending colors wear His crown 
Both red, and green, gold and brown, 
Midnight’s lilly, so ghostly white 
Upon these wonders dare we frown. 


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Bear Creek, so wild and merry 
Enticing as red ripe cherry, 

Right where the swiftest current flows 
Tige bathed his toes, soused his nose, 
Partook of cooling waters clear, 
Closed his eyes in a sleepy doze 
Where ripples broke and current tossed 
Made rings on his tail then were lost, 
His kindly eyes like diamonds shone 
At times were straight then were 
crossed. 

Over ruffled surface far beneath 
I saw reflection of pearly teeth, 
Beneath whirling waters his toes and claws 
And his strong determined jaws, 

A perfect picture like nature shows 
In continuous wonder without a pause; 
Could I have wandered here when a boy 
My idle moments I now could employ 
Looking at pictures in my brain 
Of wonders I beheld in rapturous joy. 




















































































































































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Beneath Colorado’s brilliant skies 
I journey along wonder’s paradise, 
Where canon and peaks speak nature’s story 
Of scenes so rich, so wild and hoary 
Remaining yet nuggets of unfound gold 
Where the sun bursts forth with glory; 
Its streaming rays reach from heart to hand 
Eye to eye, and man to man, 

Where kindness is true, calm and happy 
Nature squandered art, in this glorious 
land. 


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COLORADO 


With beast of burden and toil in store 
Of years of labor I bravely bore, 

Hied away and flew, from lowlands and 
slough, 

To Colorado's happy land, 

Where art was planned 
By God’s magic hand. 

In every zephyr’s whisk I heard a sigh and 
Lisp, so pure and crisp, 

Health it could restore 
With medicine it bore. 

As it was before. 

Good health is mostly sought 

From years of toil and havoc brought, 

I had learned before, love cured mortals 
bore 

High regard and more, 

When they limp and weak 
Drank from spring and creek, 

In Colorado, heard not I, winds with a softer 
Sigh, when fairies of health were passing by. 
Within each delicate hand 
Health’s magic wand, 

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For yet a deeper eye should reach 
Far beyond the dead seas barren beach, 
Where ages were grown, dust of bones 
blown, 

Eyes behold and scan 
Erosives ceaseless ban, 

Relics of former man, 

Nature’s footfall tinkles, in mountain rugged 
Wrinkles, wind sifts and sprinkles, 
Sunbeams dazzle fall 
Equal alike to all, 

Around earth’s whirling ball. 

For these wonders drift through and around 
Upon mountain peaks, in canons can be 
found, 

Timely years ever shed silver hairs upon 
heads. 

I would regret to miss 
The wind’s tempting kiss, 

So crisp and bliss, 

In Colorado, where amazing splendor, softly 
Tender, from May to September, 

With least concern 
Nature’s chemists overturn, 

The purple scarlet urn. 


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And spills, falls, biting wilting frost 
Colors the leaves, golden and embossed, 
Amid this scarlet scene 
Of Autumn’s empyrean, 

Summer lowers its screen, 

Yet dare I not frown or fret, just before 
Death it met, I plucked my favorite violet, 
With the fire yet ablaze in summer’s dying 
days, 

Where Bear Creek overflows 
And icy spray is froze 
I snatched a carmine rose. 

I could, henceforth, forever love and trust 
Myself to scatter its pollen dust, 

On lands rich and low, its heart forever 
blow, 

This mountain rose wild 
A modest nature child 
Was redder when it smiled, 

Yes, blow across fields of corn, from sunset 
till 

Dawn, and bloom upon some lawn, 

Its seeds fall and lay 
Upon meadows ripe with hay, 
Bloom every summer day. 


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My memory brings me back along the beaten 

Track, years ago lined with schooner and 
hack, 

Red men counted their dead, some tousled 
head. 

By chance overlooked 
No appeal did implore 
When red men wanted gore. 

Courage and daring won, they destroyed 
red men’s 

Fun, and journeyed toward the setting sun, 
In Colorado cast their lot 
In God’s secluded spot, 

Inborn heroes, we forget thee not. 


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COLORADO SPRINGS 


Mind soothed, scenic wooed, of marvelous 
Things around Colorado Springs; 

Pike’s Peak towering height 
A joy and delight, 

Doth the ages of time wink and nod in 
The Garden of the Gods? 

These spires of red 
Of time and ages dead 
Proud monuments of centuries still lingers 
With their bleeding fingers. 

Lifted to the sky 
Crumbling dust of ages lie 
Around their massive base, the clock of time 
With ceaseless pendulum ticking ages to 
come, 

Erosion eating these great columns away 
To time, a million years be but a day. 

Garden of mountains with budding flowers 
I beheld in my leisure hours. 

Whence came these domes 
Of sky viewed homes? 

Raising with grandeur far above the clouds 
Rest and quiet above the maddening crowds, 
Depth of pitiless sea 
Belched forth this beauty, 

That we might calmly understand this great 
Power, so mighty, yet so grand; 

Mountains mad rushing stream 
Picturing the evergreen, 

Where the fire weed bleeding red the fleeing 
Shadows from overhead, 

Cast brilliance upon the continental divide 
For the weary traveler’s guide. 

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Unless reformation comes, a million years 
Hence, this rock ribbed fence, 

With gaping wonders wide, 

Will ever be a continental divide, 
And the naked eye will in gladness drink 
Its massiveness as a sphinx; 

Time will not molest 
Its granite breast, 

The God of grandeur offers this prize as 
His gift to paradise. 

He hath more in store 
Never viewed before; 

The silent beat of the ocean’s heart 
Will some day rearrange this chart, 
Memoried journey, my eyes and brain ever 
Brings before me beauty of Colorado 
Springs. 

Thought flutters upon its wings, I hear 
The bubbling of these Springs; 

At base of mountain 
From delicious fountain, 

I partake of draughts of bubbling joy, 
See fairies so modest and so coy, 

How my glory warms 
To these charms. 

The air smacked of health’s precious wine 
To quaff this draught of summer time, 

It was peppy, it was snappy, 

I was downright happy, 

For the gallery of the saints contained 
No such tinted paints, 

Where silver tongue warblers ever sing 
The grandeur of Colorado Springs. 

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Consuming idyllic passion, these flames leap 
Up higher by far than Pike’s Peak, 

These fiery fangs 
Floating lifeless hangs, 

Yet brilliant as though they were asleep, 
But lo! When the dark night weeps, 
Stars and dripping dew 
Will present anew, 

Quite a different view, flowery kingdom 
comes 

And offers its premium, 

Weary soul is embraced 
By starry heavens laced, 

Like the song of the lark rekindles the 
Flaming spark, 

I could never be selfish of that which brings 
Me out to Colorado Springs. 

I could forever sing and rhyme, of this 
Wonderful clime, 

For the air has the punches 
Flowers grow in bunches, 

Your gladdened eye and quicker step will 
Be loaded down with pep; 

Waters delicious taste 
From a generous vase, 

Its sparkling silver beads to the road of 
Health it leads, 

In sun and shade 
Wonders parade, 

Over mountain and everglade, I cannot 
chide 

When wisdom is my guide, 

When the airy fairies the bell of beauty 
rings 

I am going back to Colorado Springs. 

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DREAM OF FAIRYLAND 


Could I but sleep in a hammock swung, 
And hear every tune sweet nature sung, 
When night is dark and stars are bright, 
Hear angel bells which might be rung, 
Drifting through mist with mellow tone, 
No greater pleasure would I care to own. 

Swinging beneath limbs of a great big tree 
Where the leaves could shout with me, 
Of a thousand wonders unknown to us 
I could drift along to sweet eternity, 
Where breezes whirl and the sunlights mist 
Where life is pleasant and most superb, 
And bewitching wonders embrace and kiss. 

Could I but hang by a silken thread 
When the sun is sinking and sky is red, 
From earth to heaven, and be dangling down 
When night approaches and day is dead, 
Swing around the throne when angels com? 
Beckon me to tell them where Fm from, 
Plead with them to not sever this golden 
thread 

For the clock of time I was a pendulum. 


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MY HEART’S DESIRE 


Oh nature! Make me your chum that I 
can wander and roam 

Among your secret recesses where I can 
build me a home, 

So I can nestle close and your friend 
forever be 

Then I can enjoy your confidence in calm 
reality. 

The mountain peaks you have erected for 
towards the sky 

On these domes of beauty I have long cast 
a wistful eye, 

Reaching towards the heavens where the 
angels dwell in peace, 

And upon spirit life they have an everlast¬ 
ing lease. 

Then, dear nature, I would love to live 
and hide, 

Along the mighty ocean’s banks where its 
lashing tide 

Of waves break and leap across its own 
furrowed gaps 

Burst with a mighty crash into scalloped 
silver caps. 


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Then again I would be content to linger 
a little while 

Among the flowers you dress up in such 
simple style, 

And color up the leaves with such a 
delicious red 

As the cheeks of the sweetest bride when 
ready to be wed. 

With the luster of her love burning within 
her beaming eyes 

Brilliant as heaven’s stars which light 
radiant skies, 

When the moon with a golden blush seals 
eternal right, 

To blaze the wilderness upon the dark and 
gloomy night. 

Oh that I could drift along in the breezes 
soft and low, 

And watch you when you coax the beautiful 
flowers into glow, 

Discover the secret process by which you 
make the berries ripe 

An place upon the apples the lovely red¬ 
dened stripe. 


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It seems as though I could never, never, 
age or tire, 

If you would bequeath to me my life’s 
greatest desire, 

Or could I ever be again unworthy, or I 
might add, mean, 

Could I behold your secret when you make 
things green. 

Or when you pull out of the knuckled 
boughs, buds of spring 

Which burst into flowers and perfume 
flutters on the wing, 

And the daisies are scattered with such a 
gentle hand 

And the flower-bedecked woods appear as 
if by command. 

Then you caress the clover until it is red 
as a rose, 

With violets strewn through the woods 
in such calm repose, 

Open up their soul with such ease and 
gentle grace, 

An the whole earth has the wonder of your 
power across its face. 





WHERE MY FANCY WANDERS 

Every sunny day some merry roguish fay 
Steals my heart and runs away, 
Whispering in my ear 
Audible and clear, 

“To hie away so far towards the Western 
Star, where fairies waiting are.” 

Floating above the arc 
From dawn till dark, 

Blue, brown, taunting eyes, sparkle with 
Surprise, in Colorado’s sunny paradise. 

To admit the simple truth, I’m filled with 
Burning youth, when I see their cozy booth. 
Limply drifting there 
In the bracing air, 

Hung aloft, pinned to the breeze, among the 
Swaying trees, with such gracious ease, 

By a million eyes 
I’m mesmerized, 

I’m bewildered and bewitched, to fairies 
reigns 

I’m hitched, in Colorado I’m enriched. 


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Drugged with balmy spice quite pleasant and 
So nice, not once but thrice, 

Oh! I long for more 
Of Bear Creek’s shore, 

Its throbbing ripples shook, a thrill for 
This book, as the greatest rushing brook, 
Melted snows by sun 
No greater ever run, 

Here, man’s solace can be found, rich, rare, 
And sound, where Colorado’s wonders 
abound. 

My mind has daily wandered, serious have I 
Pondered, about this beauty squandered, 
The barren plain 
For centuries lain, 

With no one to love it, except great God 
Above it, no one selfish, enough to covet, 
Beauty most appeals 
To mountains, canons and fields, 
Colorado has both, and perfume, from 
flowers 

All in bloom, lures me back quite soon. 


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A WOODLAND DREAM 


In the woodlands dense 
There is no offence, 

But innocence supreme. 

To God ’tis but a child 
Just resting wild, 

In a peaceful dream. 

In every scalloped leaf, 
There is no sign of grief, 
But joy reigns instead. 

God to us has sent 
This palace of contentment 
Dropped from overhead. 

Its never ending song 
Carries us along, 

And ecstacy is complete 
For violets dipped in blue 
For others as well as you, 
So delicate and so sweet. 

Woodbine flowers 
Blooming for hours, 

Above the daisies’ heads, 
With pennyroil wafted thru, 
Smells of the dew, 

In sunkissed beds. 

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BOULDER CANON 


Pictures will forever grace and dwell 
In treasure galleries of my brain, 

Of grand scenes which rose and fell, 
Where bygone ages had dormant lain. 
Lo! These millions of years 
Each year has more beautiful grown 
By snows and midnight’s moisted tears, 
Pollen dust of wild flowers blown; 
Across these peaks and canons deep 
The romping winds strew these seeds 
The summer’s sun coaxed those asleep 
To awake, on a land of glorious deeds, 
By glorious men with courage rare 
Crisp with daring as mountain air. 


Great boulders hung over our head, 
Boulder Creek dashed by our side, 
Great beauty calmed our dread, 

Where the ages had lived and died. 
Monuments of evergreen waving bough 
Above the waters rushing clear 
Shaded creation’s ever tinted brow, 
Upon the tomb of age’s crumbling bier, 
Could be viewed upon the granite side 
Though great age with skill and care 
With all of its magic could not hide, 
The erosive dust here and there, 
Which were falling as a gentle hint 
That, time softens the hardest flint. 


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Creation loitered there wild with glee 
Threw its magic spear far beyond 
In Boulder Creek’s unlimited energy, 
Awakening spirits of which I am fond, 
For as I ride beneath these spires 
I behold the art, the touch, the tint 
Which lovers of nude nature admire, 
Creation’s massive blow made this dint; 
Left this canon, where crystal waters drain 
Boulder Creek’s waters pitch and leap 
From the mountain snows and the rain. 
Formed during winter in massive heap, 
The farther up this creek we went 
Rare formations were more magnificent. 

Thrills of charming wonder then arose 
Melted in the dazzle of our eyes 
For the jeweled splendor ever throws, 

Its silver lance from the skies, 

Breaking in a million splintered forms 
Scattered around lie as silver strewn, 
The avalanche of beauty comes in storms, 
From these granite sides smoothly hewn, 
The great broad ax of time with ease 
Polished these granite hearts and drew 
And made crevices for the wild bees, 

Yet, if not suitable, destroyed and threw 
All beneath ocean’s depth, drew a chart 
Of different design, of better art. 


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IIIIIIIIIIH 

Colorado beauties are wonders to behold 
These silver streams abound with bass 
Many nuggets remain of unfound gold, 
Hidden by the secrets of peak and pass, 
Ever present border days, vivid and grand 
Spirits of old-time mountain scouts 
Phantom in form, kind’r make you under¬ 
stand, 

These memoried apparitions brings it out, 
Inheriting it from the dashing stream 
And the mountain’s calm, fearless eye 
Standing majestic, in creation’s esteem, 
God looks down unseen, from the sky, 
Throwing beauties from heaven to grow 
Making the world grander for us below. 

Behold Boulder Creek make silver foam 
Throw its spray against the rising sun 
Would entice stay-at-homes to roam 
Where miles of scenic gauze is spun, 
Where Boulder Creek’s trotting for the sea 
Cooling wind from the great divide 
Is filled with calmness and ecstasy, 

With waltzing swing soothingly wide, 

Its breath sinks deep within my breast 
Making of me a mountain tramp an rover 
If I were idle, with these beauties rest, 
I’d walk, this canon up and down and over, 
Bathe myself in its beautiful fountains 
Have an understanding with these moun¬ 
tains. 
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THE OLE LOG KITCHEN 


When the tea kettle sang its most soothin’ 
song 

Sayin, “The corn bred wud be done before 
long, 

An the cabbage that was bilin in the pot 

Smellin better than any flower er forget- 
me-not, 

It did be jing, in that are ole log kitchen 
in days of yore 

An there wasn’t a sign of any linolem on 
the flore. 

An mother dear was jes busy as busy 
cud be 

Fixin up the coffey and fixin up the tea, 

An the flavor of it pourin out of the spout 

Was enuf, I reckon, to make a feller jes 
step about, 

An ma makin meat biskits out o sausage 
an puttin em in the pan 

Wud make out o’ eny kid the bigest kind 
of a man. 


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I hav et in festiv halls, piled high gud 
things to eat 

An sparklin wine, they sed cudent be beat, 

An laces an silks, an dimonds an other 
julery 

That war a flashin, was awful pretty to see 

But my mother’s ole log kitchen bak in 
days o ; yore 

Beat em all, an there wasn’t a sign o ? 
linolem on the flore. 

An mother, bless her, I allays did love to 
admire 

Tendin to this, and that, and pokin up the 
fire, 

She jes knew how to fix it up, an her aprons 
were so neat 

Jes to sit an watch her, was to me the 
greatest treat, 

In that are ole log kitchin bak in days of 
yore 

An there wasn’t a sign o’ any linolem on 
the flore. 


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UNALTERABLE DESTINY 


Destiny, better far that we not know 
The tides of fate which ebb and flow, 
When blooming flowers and drifting snow, 
Are caught and drift with winds of time, 
Of heaven’s virtues above secret crime 
Could I of mortals’ goodness ever rhyme, 
Until my last breath, Oh! let me sing, 

Of the summer’s soul, and budding spring. 

Dare we know the fates lying in store 
Or distress lurking so near our door, 
Trust the fates to God for evermore, 

A wreath of love placed upon your head 
The lovelight of heaven will be shed 
For hath not the Lord plainly said, 
Great is he who has the faith to pray, 
Will be blessed upon the judgement day. 

Intuition lingers around and sometimes tell 
Fates have their virtues just as well, 

Great riches and fairies with you may dwell, 
All bitterness of past will be cast aside 
Golden chariots appear in which you may 
ride, 

Drawn by the steeds of life’s flowing tide, 
Beyond fate’s and desolation’s cruel sting, 
Then ceaseless time will stop its torturing. 

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THE HONEY BEE 


The Honey Bee has ceased to be a rover, 
For the frost has covered all over 
The honeyed heart of his sweet clover; 

So this energetic, busy little body 
Can sip the soul of his honey toddy, 
While the winter winds twist and shift 
He can enjoy the results of his thrift, 
While the wind piles snow upon the drift. 

The honeysuckle he caressed and kissed 
Will not, in the least, be lost or missed, 
For in summer he was a busy monopolist, 
For the soul of summer is still alive 
Stored within the combs of his hive, 
And during the winter’s icy hours 
The essence of the summer sweet flowers 
This busy little body honey toddy devours. 

For the winter winds he has no concern 
No fires within his home need ever burn, 
Hovering around clover passed up the fern 
This busy body so shrewd and so smart 
Garnered the buckwheat blossom’s heart, 

In his winter home summer fragrance comes 
When he sips from the blossoms of the 
plums, 

This busy little body takes his toddy as he 
hums. 

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CHARMING THRILLS 


Glorious Nature, lead me by the hand 
To secret nooks that I may stand, 

And view the wonders so richly rare, 
Thou hast guarded with jealous care 
Revealing your secret in balmy June 
When earth is drenched with perfume, 
And beautiful flowers in scarlet dress 
Are scattered through the wilderness. 

Nature, lead me where the daisies grow 
Sun's rays mingled with breezes blow 
Over the mountains and the ravines 
Amid the wonders of gorgeous scenes, 
Among the boulders and the cliffs 
Quaff all nature’s gentle whiffs 
Where the richness will most impress 
The magnificence of its ruggedness. 

Where great boulders hang by a thread 
And sighing of the wind creates dread, 
Bathe my soul with scene so pure 
By breathing of its quiet rapture 
That I may to my fellow man relate 
The grandeur of your hidden estate, 
Many times I hope to wander here 
Where your presence is wild and clear. 


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